His girl; Sequel to SNA

Chapter 13: Hey, I love you.

"Dani!" I hugged her tightly as her brown curls tickled my nose.

Cara, Rose and Eleanor joined the hug and Danielle smiled at us, although she wiped back tears.

I looked at her sympathetically, "We've missed you so much."

Outside the hotel was a limousine, all arranged by Cara, El, Rose and I. Dani gaped at it, "This is for us?"

I grinned, "Mostly for you. But yeah. We didn't like seeing you so sad."

Danielle smiled and brushed her wild curls back, "You guys are the best."

**

I grinned into the camera with my four best friends and some lovely fans.

"I love your new hair, Olivia!"

"Cara, I'm glad you make Harry happy!"

"Rose, you're perfect for Zayn!"

"Eleanor, you and Louis are so sassy. I love it!"

"Danielle, you're perfect, I'm so sad that you and Liam broke up!"

I hugged each and every girl, as surprised as the others at the fact that we had our own fangirls.

Later that evening, the five of us went to Mcdonalds.

Not the most glamorous venue, but the sweet chilli chicken deli was mouth watering.

I laughed at Cara, with food all over her face and even chin.

It was then that I felt something get lodged in my throat, and I coughed uncontrollably.

Water flooded my eyes and Rose patted me on the back, "You okay?"

"I think she's choking! Oh my God!" Dani exclaimed.

"Quick! Get help!"

My throat felt like it was closing up and I was struggling to breathe.

"Get an ambulance!"

We were beginning to draw a crowd and fans were taking pictures.

Rose was furious. And me? Well, I was just hoping that the ambulance would get me sooner.

**

"Oh, Olivia. Are you okay?" Niall asked.

My eyes were closed but I could tell it was him, by the way my bed sank with his weight.

My throat was so sore and I grimaced at the memories of the past few hours.

"Ni?" I croaked.

What was he doing here? Shouldn't he be preparing to go to America?

"Yes, it's me. I got a call off Danielle and I was at the hospital straight away. It's already in the newspapers." He whispered, trying not to stir the quiet atmosphere.

"We still have one day before we leave for America, anyway." He answered my silent questions, as if he knew what I was thinking.

"Sorry?" Came the croaky voice again, shocking me at how much damage a slice of chicken could do to one's throat.